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I wanted you to know about the beautiful orange cat with a moustache I adopted from you in 2008. You called her Kayla, but it was too close to Callie, my cat, so I renamed her Kiki. It fit. I'm sorry to say she got cancer and died last September. She and Callie were not great friends, but after Callie died in 2013, Kiki blossomed. I think they were both nondominate females and scared of each other and standoffish. She was always very loving to me; anytime I sat in my chair on the screened porch, she was in my lap soon after. And she loved the back of the couch! I have great pictures that summed her up perfectly. She, as all cats are, was very special. I just wanted you to know Kiki had a great life, was well loved and a great patient at Sac Cat Hospital. They all loved her; even at her hissy and growlly best. Holt Reeves  
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Today I experienced a very heavy broken heart as I had to say good-bye to my kitty Boris that I had brought home with his littermate sister Natasha in June of 1998. They both gave me so much love and joy but Natasha had a stroke on April 3 2011 and we lost her. Boris has since gone through 2 rescued kitties and 2 rescued dogs. I loved them all but Boris was my son. We looked at each other yesterday , after a year of him being so sick on and off and dealing with medicine and being 18 years old and tired, and I knew he was ready to cross Rainbow bridge even though I so didn't want him to leave. So, we went this morning and Boris peacefully made his transition. I so miss him already.
nedra
About three years ago we got a call from the SPCA that one of our cats was in the shelter and she had our microchip. They said her name was Molly and I knew instantly which Molly it was. Our beautiful Maine Coon beauty that had been adopted in 2007 was taken to Bradshaw Vet as a stray. Her paws were bloody from her nails being imbedded in her paw pads, her ears or raw from infection, and she was severely thin. Dr. Petrunich said she looked like she hadn't eaten in quite sometime. After doing some research, it turns out the person who brought her in as a "stray" was actually the owner. We had adopted her to a woman many years back and this was her son. The mother had passed away and Molly had been living with the sons family. I guess they got tired of her. They didn't even have the decency to call us to take her back but or own up to the fact that she belonged to them. She was not a stray at all! Animal control investigated and said the living conditions were deplorable and other animals in the home or not being taken care of. I wanted to press charges but it would've required calling the veterinarian to testify, and others for testimony and it simply was not feasible. Animal control did what they could do and luckily we got Molly. I promised her she would never look for another home again. She was originally adopted at the ripe old age of 10ish, so at this point she was pushing 16-17 years old. She lived in my house, slept wherever she wanted, loved the other cats and the dogs, and was a perfect little lady. We took all but four of her teeth out because they were rotten and every once in a while she would give you a love bite with the four canines that were left in her mouth and it hurt! But it was definitely a love bite. She loved her wet food, she loved sitting in your lap and being loved and petted and purred and talked constantly. She also loved to lick your nose- lick and then love bite! She purred all the way to the end today snuggled up in her plush little brown donut bed. Now she will have a peaceful resting place at the Lapcats Manor. Rest in peace sweet Molly. I will never forget you. Barbara
In November 2010, my boyfriend (who is allergic to cats) and I took in Morris as a foster cat. He was already a senior with arthritic hips, so I guessed he was around 12 years old. His front paws had been declawed and whoever had him his whole life dumped him at the animal shelter where he would have been the first in line to be euthanized. He was adopted by a senior couple, then returned a couple days later just because he threw up. Luckily, he was rescued by Lapcats on the spot. We knew our home and life with us would be his final chapter. A month later, we had a senior blood panel done by the vet, who in response claimed he was knocking on death's door and wouldn't be around more than a month or two. Fast forward four years and Morris was still going strong. I always joked that once he arrived to our home, he decided he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He spent 4 years and 8 months cuddling with us whenever he could, purring loudly. He would audibly purr and trot over to you the moment he saw you sit down so he could cuddle up in your lap or on top of you. His whole, slow motion process involved sitting on top of you and staying still for about 7 minutes while purring, then finally, and perfectly, cuddling into a ball on your lap, belly, or next to your side. Every now and then, he would get a burst of energy and run around as fast as his old man body would allow him, as though he were a kitten again. It would always last about 18 seconds, then he was done. He couldn't keep himself very clean, so I always helped him with that, and he seemed very appreciative. In his last 6 months, he really started to slow down, lost weight, and didn't cuddle as much anymore. He slept a lot, but he got special, fresh, canned food several times a day to keep him going. He never lost his appetite, but just couldn't eat the dry food anymore. I prayed he would make the decision easy to know exactly when the time was right to let him go, and that he did. One morning, he came to our bedroom as he always did, but this time instead of standing, he was on his side and could not get up on his own. In retrospect, he was more likely around 15 when we took him in, and probably closer to 20 when he passed. He had a very comforted, peaceful last few hours at home, eating his favorite food, and looking beautiful and perfect after a gentle bath the day before. He deserved this peaceful, merciful, dignified transition. It breaks my heart to think of him having been euthanized almost 5 years earlier when he was full of so much life. He gave us the best gift with his love and demonstrated how to age gracefully without ever feeling sorry for yourself. I miss him so, and am so grateful for his love and the life lessons he taught us. We love you Morris. We hope you are in a very happy and serene place. You deserve it. Jennifer
   Paris' foster mom who adored her but she had some internal problems that we not fixable and we had to let her go. RIP Paris.  Ichabod was loved the short time he was with us. He was a companion and special playmate to Jinx, and a friend to everyone that entered our home. I called him the draft dodger as he loved to lay with his paws stretched out in both directions. He was a very quiet cat with tiny little meows that often sounded like bird chirps. He is missed deeply.
 Ichabod was loved the short time he was with us. He was a companion and special playmate to Jinx, and a friend to everyone that entered our home. I called him the draft dodger as he loved to lay with his paws stretched out in both directions. He was a very quiet cat with tiny little meows that often sounded like bird chirps. He is missed deeply. 
 I had to have Aggie put to sleep tonight. After fighting for 3 years to get rid of all of her sores caused by a single flea bite she was having rapid breathing and Dr. Klein was so good to get us in today to find in the x-rays many spots on her lungs which they believe was cancer. They think the prednisolone had masked it and now that she was off the pred it reared it ugly head.
Like so many of the things that take our pets we have no idea how long she has had it. There was never an x-ray taken of lungs because that was never an issue. For 2 years she lived with Kim trying every food to clear things up. She had open sores on her body that wouldn't go away only to find out it was all caused by fleas and ONE bite is all it took. We did blood test after blood test, tried different medications, different skin treatments, shots, and at one point things seemed to get better but it would always turn back to something negative. I got her a year ago in April and at my house she was one of the family. Dr. Klein at Bradshaw Vet was determined to get her well and down to only one medicine but her blood sugar was extremely high!(caused by the pred and weight), of the course the pred made her hungry so it was a vicious circle. We were down to 2 meds a day but needed to come off the pred to see if what was causing current issues was the pred or if she was diabetic. It seemed to be caused by the pred so we weaned her off of it and the ugly cancer took over. She had spots on her lungs. She is no longer in pain...doesn't have to have any meds shoved down her throat....her mouth doesn't hurt from constant sores. she doesn't have to fear me chasing her down to be pilled or loaded into a kennel for another ride to the vet.....she can eat ALL she wants over the Rainbow Bridge and take care of all the new arrivals :) Leslie |
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